Suffice to say, the cafe and likely former resistance outpost was a mess. The once-fancy dining room was left riddled with bullets, shells, circular holes and the corpses of the resistance members who had not been lucky enough to escape the wrath of the Germans, not to mention a roughly human-shaped hole in one wall from Lillianne’s tender ministrations. Cleaning and rebuilding would likely take a lot of time and money; restoration of the place to a safe resistance stronghold would likely never happen, not with the understanding that the entire city might as well be under the Reich’s watchful gaze, let alone the cafe.

As for that precise moment, however, the only obvious eyes were those of the gang - and, not too much time later, what appeared to be a returning customer, still dressed up for a night out in a long black ballgown, revealing herself from behind a chunk of table she was covering behind. And, seemingly, armed with both an expression that could melt lead, and [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MAB_Model_D_pistol]a MAB Model D pistol[/url], both now aimed at the quintet.

‘[i]A-alright, you creeps,[/i]’ she uttered in perfect, if stammered French, ‘[i]prove you’re not with the Wehrmacht. Prove it, or- or I’ll blow holes in the lot of you![/i]’ This may or may not have been a wise threat to make, since she was outnumbered and threatening five Stand users with or without knowing it, but she did if nothing else have the advantage of already aiming a gun at them.

[@Zoey Boey][@Yankee][@OwO][@knifeman][@Lady Selune]